by A. Mistory
She put them on my waist, and I moved mine to her shoulders. She danced okay, as far as I could tell, but I didn't want to be holding her closely anyway, so I was glad for her reticence. When a tune came on that was a little faster, I looked questioningly at Cali. She seemed uncertain, but not at all unwilling, so I started to sway with the music, my feet moving me a bit faster. As I did, I looked at her in the eyes, and held her with mine. She locked with me, and began reading my moves. Soon we were in rhythm with each other, and Cali looked pretty good as a dancer.
"You're doing great. You're better than you let on."
"Thanks. You're making it easy for me, I think. I never danced too much. By myself mostly."
"Oh, that's a waste. You dance pretty nicely as far as I'm concerned."
She smiled, and blushed. That was the second blush I saw from her, and though I couldn't see it real good, it seemed to go well with her face and person.
"Wow! How about we rest a bit, huh?"
"Okay. Thanks, Mimi. That was nice."
"Yes it was; I enjoyed it,” I said politely.
"How long have you been here?" I asked Cali after we'd gotten another round of drinks.
"A few weeks."
"First time out, or have you ventured out before this?"
"I went to a movie is all, and some shopping."
"What kind of work do you do?"
"I work in the comptroller's office for Speraw Pharmaceuticals. I got a nice offer from them out of college. It got me away from home, finally," she said, exaggerating the last word.
"Hey, that's pretty nice. You must have done really well in college."
"Yeah. I really had to find a way to get away from home."
"Well, I hate to say congratulations on that, but it does seem that you've succeeded."
"Thanks. What about you, Mimi?"
"I'm the office manager of Rockacres Medical Center."
"That sounds nice."
"It's pleasant there. I've been there for about five years now, four as office manager."
We were quiet a moment, letting our minds catch up with all we'd said, and maybe evaluating each other. Cali was such a nice sounding person. It struck me that she hadn't elaborated on her home life, nor made any faces about it to try to elicit any interest, or to get me to feel sorry for her. That seemed to tell me that it wasn't her style to cry all over someone about her misspent youth, or any difficulties she'd had to get sympathy. I liked that.
"Wow, we've been talking and dancing, and such for a couple of hours or more. I guess you gotta go, huh?" she asked after we’d been there a while, feeling me out a bit hopefully.
It was nice, the way she said it, her tone of voice. Cali acted as if she'd really had a nice time talking with me, and was sorry to see it end. Actually, I was kind of sorry to see it end. She might be a very good friend to have, and not just as someone who could take my mind off of Myra as she was now. Spending the night alone was another matter. Still, it was helpful to have recognized that it had been a very sexual thing between Myra and me. Perhaps I'd get through it after all.
"Maybe we should end it, or we can stay and dance a bit more if you'd like," I said, "or maybe if you have nothing planned for tomorrow, we can get together again, if you think you’d like to."
"Really? I mean, yeah. I'd love to. Do you have something in mind, Mimi?"
"No, but I hate to meet someone who's as nice as you are, and just say goodbye. What a waste of a possible good friend that would be, huh?"
Cali's eyes were wide with what I could only call a joy, a gladness in her that she'd connected with someone, and there were no anxieties to go with it. Funny how just being friends can be so important. Not everyone felt that way, I'm sure, especially when you're hoping to connect sexually. So maybe I did get what I was looking for, and maybe she didn't, but she seemed like she was happy with what she did get.
"Maybe lunch, then a movie, or shopping, or both, or all. I'm free if you are. You've been good for me tonight, and more. I'd love to keep it going if you would," I said.
"Yes I would," she said softly. "Thanks. You've been so nice, Mimi."
"Well, let's say that we've both been so nice. How about that? Does that sound true, or just a bit so?"
"Yes, at least a bit so," Cali said, smiling easily.
"How about it, do you want to dance some more?"
"If you're sure," she said, her face hopeful again.
"Sure I'm sure. Come on." We made sure our glasses were empty again.
We had a wonderful time. Cali loosened up even more, and her body moved more freely. I wondered how true it was when she'd told me she hadn't danced much, and mostly with herself. If it was true, it was a shame. The longer we were together, the more comfortable I felt that I'd found another fabulous friend. One could never find enough good friends.
However, our night had to end, and we finally left after having swapped addresses and phone numbers. We walked out together to our cars. We weren't parked too far from each other, and I walked Cali to her car.
"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" I said softly.
Cali bowed her head. She seemed so tentative again.
"Yes," she said wistfully. "I'll be ready," she added, her voice picking up a bit.
"Okay," I nearly whispered, kind of sorry to see us end the night too.
Cali made a slight move toward me. She hesitated, and pulled back a bit, uncertainty tainting her again, then she looked up at me, and nearly said something. Whatever it was supposed to be, it never came out, but her body moved toward me again. My body followed with hers simultaneously.
As her hands seemed to want to lift up, my arms went out to her, and Cali blended into me.
"I had a wonderful time, Cali. Thank you," I whispered, and kissed her cheek, our bodies lightly merged, almost too politely.
It seemed to take her by surprise that I had kissed her, and quickly rushed to reciprocate, though uncertainly.
"Me too. Thanks again. It was wonderful."
"Be careful driving back home," I said quietly as she moved away.
Before she got in, she looked back at me one more time, and I wondered what it was she was hoping for, wishing had happened, if anything. One thing was for certain, and that was that we'd connected as friends. I hoped that was enough for her because I had nothing else on my mind. Myra was still ever-present.
Now I had to go fight the specter of her absence, her phantom in my bed, her pussy not available for my lips to gorge on. Yes, I'm a very sexual creature, but a one woman sexual creature, and Myra remained the woman my mind and body craved, though I now had to wonder about my heart. It didn’t seem to miss her, just the possibility it had hoped that might have been. Nine months later, it wasn’t to be, and never would have been.
As she drove away, Cali looked back again, and waved to me.
Going home, I was wanting to be somber, but the evening had been too sweet to let it overcome me right now. When I got home, I showered, got my vibrator, and laid in the tub. I was glad that the vibe was water proof. My relaxed state of being helped me to achieve a nice orgasm. When I got out, my vibrator came with me, but first I explored by breasts, and nipples, then played with my clit. That felt sweet, and the vibrator went unused as I got myself off again. The dreaded aloneness didn't affect me the way I thought it would as I fell asleep.
Chapter 4
When I got up, I dressed up for going out, but casually, fixed myself something to eat, then went to Carole and Jessi's place.
"Hey, kiddo," Carole greeted me with open arms, and a kiss. "How are you?" she asked, her eyes searching mine.
"Surprisingly, not bad, I guess," I said, kissing her back before we broke our hug.
"Yeah, you do look okay. That's a shock. What happened?"
She meant what happened that I wasn't down in the dumps.
"I went out to a club where they probably wouldn't know me to find someone to talk to."
"Yeah, okay. What club did you go to, and wha
t happened, honey? You know we've been worried about you."
"Thanks. I thought I'd go to The Queen of Hearts. I hadn't been there in a long time."
"Wow! It's been ages since Jessi and I have been there. So what happened? Come on, help me feel that you're really okay, and I can quit worrying about you."
"I did find someone. A young girl. A real newbie. Boy, was she ever scared to be there."
"First time?" Carole asked incredulously.
"Yeah, I believe so. She said it was, and after a few hours of dancing, and getting to know each other, I believed her. She's probably as virginal as they could ever come."
"Oh, wow! That'd be some rarity, huh? You say she's nice?"
"I think so. I kind of drowned my sorrows in feeling sorry for her," I said, laughing at the incongruity of it.
"Well, are you gonna see her again?"
"Yes, but it's not like that. She's a nice kid, probably really pretty too, but I didn't have my mind on her like that. I really did go to find a stranger to talk to that I'd most likely never see again, but she was so nice that we decided to go out this afternoon. I kinda feel sorry for her, I guess."
"Hmpf! Hell of a way to drown your sorrows. Oh, well, if it works, I guess it's okay. Frankly, I thought you'd be mopping over Myra's body. That's all it was, you know. Oh, God, Mimi, honey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that," Carole said, thinking she'd hurt my feelings.
I smiled. It shocked me when I woke up to find myself feeling fairly good about things, though I had to admit that I'd have loved to have had Myra's body—her pussy—last night, and her fabulous breasts to nuzzle into this morning.
"Carole, you're the best friend in the world, you and Jessi both, and I love you both, but I'm okay. Surprise, it’s the truth! See?" I said, my arms outstretched, my smile almost as wide.
"Oh, lord, honey, thank goodness," she said, taking my open arms as an excuse to come into them for another hug to placate her wondering and worrying about me. "Damn it, Mimi, you know that if I hadn't found Jessi you'd have been the one I'd have been pining for."
"Oh, crap, Carole, don't start with me. You know I'm crazy about you," I kidded, but only half way.
I probably would have loved being with Carole, she was so nice—and damned good-looking too—but she had to hook up with the second nicest, but the sexiest of adorable creatures in Jessi. They were perfect for each other, and I did envy them so.
"Come on, let's have some coffee."
"So where's the sexy one?" I asked.
"She said she had a few things to do, so she scampered off for a bit. She'll be back in a little while."
How they never got jealous of each other I'll never know, but they didn't. There was so much trust between them, and as far as I was concerned, it was justified.
"You gonna bring your friend tonight?" Carole asked.
"I don't think so. We just planned to go to lunch, maybe a movie, then some shopping."
"Well, if you decide you'd like to bring her, you know you're welcome to do so. Besides, Jessi will be just as anxious to meet her just like me," Carole said, an impish grin on her face.
"Hey, I'm serious. It's just friendship, and I did feel sorry for her. She seems so genuine, I couldn't help it."
"Oh, yeah, gonna take a virgin under your wings, huh?" Carole poked at me again.
"Strange, isn't it, but that's it. Honest, girl. I wouldn’t lie to my best friend."
"God, you know, I believe you. You always were such an odd bird," she said, grimacing. "Odd, but a hell of an artist," she added, her face changing into a mischievous grin.
"Huh! Still trying to lick Jessi's juices off of the painting, or is it her turn to lick yours," I poked back at her, my grin lewd as could be.
"You say that for fun, but sometimes I think we each try to sneak off to try to do just that. Jeez, those are some hot, sexy paintings. I've never seen my babe so hot looking. I'll never know how you did that without going crazy for her."
"For either of you. I'm no fool, Carole. That's why I made you promise that you two wouldn’t touch at all until you got out of the house, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember. We both do. Damn it, it was pure torture, and you know it."
"Hey, it was torture on me too, but with both of you. After you guys left, I rubbed my poor clit nearly raw," I said, making a fake face of pure disgust, and pain.
Actually, it wasn't fake at the time, and what I said was the truth. That was just before I met Myra. That made me wonder if they hadn't set me up to be so damned horny for Myra. No, I was always horny. I've always loved to eat a good woman's sweet pussy, and Myra had a rare pussy that would have delighted me at any time.
We talked a bit more, and I told her more about Cali, biding my time until it was time to go get her. When I was ready to leave, Jessi still hadn't returned.
"I'm so glad you're okay, honey," Carole said, as we hugged and kissed. "Come back tonight, and bring your new friend. I promise to try to keep Jessi under control," she said, but grinned.
“Yeah, right. I hear you, but you’ll pardon me if I don’t believe you.”
Keep Jessi under control? That was a laugh, and I did. Talk about an odd bird. Jessi was as odd as any bird in the universe, alive or extinct. If Myra is sexy as can be, it's a deliberate, mechanical sexiness from her body alone, though sexy to the hilt. On the other hand, Jessi is a pure, spontaneous type of sexy, and only shows it two ways, friendly with her friends, and loving hot, and most likely juicy, but only with Carole. Jessi was built just about as good as Myra, too, but what she did with her body in public should be outlawed.
The oddest thing about Jessi was that if you saw her as a friend, you'd never know she was so reserved around people she didn't know. If she didn't know you, or feel good about you at one of their home parties, there was no sex show from Jessi. If she did know and like you, it was torture time, but we all loved her for it. Jessi was swivel hips, ass, shoulders, and noting but sex when she danced with the face and everything else to prove it, including showing as much of her tits as possible.
"Good luck on your best efforts with her, but you know you won’t do a thing to stop that sexy bitch of yours," I said, a grimace on my face.
"You have no faith in your friends,” she faked looking as if in disbelief at my disbelief. “No promises though, you know. I'd never promise if I couldn't deliver," she said, her sudden grin wide and friendly.
"Sure. There's no way you can promise anything about Jessi at your parties. She's God's gift to sociability," I said, nearly bursting out in laughter at that truism.
"Poor Jessi. All she does is to try to make everyone feel good about themselves," Carole said, acting regretful. Acting was right.
"Sure she does, that damned sex-pot."
"Don't be so mean to her, Mimi, she can't help how she is."
"We all know that, so don't fib about her," I taunted Carole.
"I try to make her so acceptable to everyone," Carole said, her face in a mock pout.
"Don't. She does all right on her own."
"That she does, doesn't she?" Carole agreed with her question.
Needless to say, I left smiling. They were precious.
* * * *
I wondered how Cali was, if she'd changed her mind, and hadn't called me, but wished she'd had, or if she was still nervous as she was last night a few times. My bet was on nervous. I was right. As I pulled in front of her apartment, and started to get out, she came bounding out the door, the biggest smile on her face.
"Hi, Mimi," she said as she got in the car.
"Hi. Am I on time?" I asked.
"Yes. Perfect."
Cali's eyes were bright as could be, and extremely pretty too, if not outright beautiful. As I smiled and looked at her for a moment, I got a fairly good look in pure daylight. Cali was pretty. Very pretty. Her face was slender, as was her nose, her complexion very milky and smooth, and she had soft, deeply brown eyes. That alone had me wondering why she was so innocent acting, so virgin
al. She looked too good.
"Okay. How about some lunch? Hungry?"
"Yes. That would be wonderful," she said softly, seemingly relaxed already.
Cali had on a super outfit, pants much as she did last night, with sensible flats. All I could tell was that she was very slender, maybe even a bit skinny, though I couldn't be sure. Her hair was pulled back from her face, and tied with a nice ribbon to hang loosely that way in the middle of her back. It certainly outlined her pretty face. She was kind of angelic looking, I decided.
"You look great," she complimented me.
"Thank you. So do you. Those are nice clothes you wear," I said, noting how fine her outfit was, including the fancy well-coordinated blouse that looked expensive.
"Thanks. I got a signing bonus when I agreed to work for Speraw, and decided it was time to get some nice clothes."
"You did a good job of it. You've got great taste."
She did. This girl had class. We made a bit of small talk until we got to the restaurant. Again, in clear daylight, I saw the way she got out of the car, then noticed the way she walked. Cali was graceful, and walked with a nice step that seemed so much more assured than her voice had last night. She had goodies, and I wondered if she knew about them, or how she got them. She was intriguing me.
After we'd gotten our food ordered, we made some small talk. As Cali talked, I noticed her face a bit more, the artist in me studying her. She had a remarkably nice face. Her lips were shaped prettily, made for kissing, I thought, and grinned inwardly. Every person has a different cast of facial parts that comprise their face. A slight tilt, or more or less puffiness of the cheeks, a sharper, or less sharp cheek bone, a variance of the chin line, or especially the eyebrows, makes each of us different. The eyebrows do a lot more to make us different. I must have gotten lost in studying Cali, for soon I heard her voice, a sound of worry in it, and maybe some fear too.
"I'm sorry. What were you saying?" I asked, hoping I hadn't been too far away.
"Wh-what were you looking at?" Cali asked, her voice quavering.
She was fearful. That was odd, and I wondered what I might really have done to make her that way. Quickly, I realized I hadn't done anything but get lost in my reverie, but for some reason it shook her up.